Assassin (A Star Wars Fan-Fiction) Book 3

Chapter Eleven

The galaxy is a large place, an easy place to hide if you don't want to be found. You could literally go anywhere and have a decent shot of being hidden from your problems for a very long time, if not forever. Indeed, the galaxy was endless. Searching out someone who didn't want to be found would be as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. Jedi Master Mace Windu was slowly figuring that out the longer he sat in the Temple's library at one of the computers, sifting through information that most likely wasn't going to help him. 

Website after website, link after link, report after report, there was nothing that showed a single sign of indication as to where Denali Bleway had gone. After a few hours, the Jedi tried meditating in hopes that maybe the Force would reveal her location to him. But that option was stomped out when all he received was screaming in his mind, like a group of people being massacred. Mace then searched for recent terrorism-violence, in case any news channels were broadcasting about an attack. Maybe that's what the screaming had been, another act of violence by his favorite ex-Jedi.

But nothing came up. No bombings, no homicides, no nothing. 

Then an add suddenly popped up and Mace was about to lose it. The frustration of this mission and having everyone be on Denali's side instead of his, it was going to destroy him. He'd never seen so much hesitation from the Council when it came to eliminating a traitor. All evidence pointed to Denali kidnapping Padme, and the drama involving the bounty hunter that killed her assistant- Denali's brother was the leader of an entire bounty hunter organization, it was plain as day as to who was responsible for this mess.

He took a deep breath- something he'd been doing a lot of in the past few hours- and was about to exit out of the add to keep searching when his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. There she was. Right there, her face as recognizable as ever on the add. It was a gift from the Force, a sign. The frustration slowly slid from his tense shoulders like water flowing over stones and a small, relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Finally."

And he clicked the add. Alderaan. A fight. Biggest battle of the century between Arlon Amino- whoever the heck that was- and Denali Bleway. Tickets on sale now.

He downloaded the information on a spare data-chip, slid it into his pocket, and walked out of the library.

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"Is it true?" Boba burst into the room, eyes rapid and chest heaving energetically. "There are posters and adds everywhere on the holonet, I can only assume that it's true." His words spilled from his mouth faster than light-speed and he ran across the room to where Denali sat. 

Due to this new surprising turn of events, Danik offered Denali and Sada his special suite, reserved only for visiting royalty and the highest-class smugglers. Pretty much anyone Danik considered slightly higher than him on the food-chain of business. And since his little sister was going to star in a fight that was going to make him even richer than he already was, he believed she deserved a little more than just the common quarters.

Along with the new quarters, which were more than satisfactory for the two women, Danik was also kind enough to send them an astounding new droid he'd been working on for the last few years. It was a prototype, but impressive all the same. He called it PROXY, and Danik originally planned for it to be a target-practice droid. It stood tall on two metal legs, taller than Denali, had thin metal arms, and two glowing yellow eyes, plus a kind friendly voice. On top of that, he could holographically alter his appearance to look like absolutely anyone in the universe. It was quite a fun asset to play with, but the droid was mainly there to help Denali and 'Sada' figure out what kind of clothes the ex-Jedi would be wearing for the fight.